The world was quiet around her as
Charlotte drew her last breath. She gazed up at her killer, trying to figure
out who he was and why he would do this. He dropped her body to the cold ground
and took off into the night. Charlotte's lifeless eyes stared up at the clouds
above. As the blood seeped from her fatal wound, snow began to fall. The world
was still, as quiet as ever as the snow around Charlotte turned red.
Quinn sat up in bed in a pure state of panic. The dream she
had just had seemed to real not to be true. She sprang from her bed, hitting
her knee on her nightstand. The house was silent as she ran down the hall to
her parent's bedroom. "MOM!" She screamed. Her mother's eyes flung
open, while her father bolted up in bed. "What's wrong?" Her father
asked. Quinn began to cry, the dream still fresh in her mind. "My..My
dream." She cried. Her mother got out of bed and hugged her. "Another
bad dream?" She asked. Quinn nodded as her mother comforted her. "It
wasn't just a dream, it happened. I could feel it. It happened." Quinn
sobbed into her mother's shoulder. "No, honey it was just a dream okay?
You're gonna be okay. I'm here." Her mother soothed her. But Quinn could
still feel a heavy weight on her chest, as if a knife was plunged deep in her
heart.
The next morning Quinn sat at the table eating her breakfast as her father watched the morning news. The weather report had just finished and it looked like the city would be getting two more inches of snow that night. Quinn took a bite of her bacon when the news of a body had been found in the snow that morning. It was the body of twenty-three year old Charlotte Copeland. The reporter didn't go into much detail, but Quinn almost choked on her bacon. Her heart began to beat in a frenzy as they showed a picture of Charlotte and it matched the same face she had seen in her dream. She knocked over her juice as she fled from the table. "Quinn? Quinn what's wrong honey?!" Her mother asked as she ran after her. But Quinn kept quiet, not saying a thing. As young as she was, Quinn was smart and she knew if she said something her parent's wouldn't believe her.
The next morning Quinn sat at the table eating her breakfast as her father watched the morning news. The weather report had just finished and it looked like the city would be getting two more inches of snow that night. Quinn took a bite of her bacon when the news of a body had been found in the snow that morning. It was the body of twenty-three year old Charlotte Copeland. The reporter didn't go into much detail, but Quinn almost choked on her bacon. Her heart began to beat in a frenzy as they showed a picture of Charlotte and it matched the same face she had seen in her dream. She knocked over her juice as she fled from the table. "Quinn? Quinn what's wrong honey?!" Her mother asked as she ran after her. But Quinn kept quiet, not saying a thing. As young as she was, Quinn was smart and she knew if she said something her parent's wouldn't believe her.
Quinn
had kept her secret ever since. She was sixteen now and she had premonitions
almost every month. Things she wished she could stop before they happened, but
she couldn’t tell anyone. They would just think she was crazy. She let everyone
believe she was the quiet sad girl who sat in the corner. Then one night she
had a dream. A tall boy with dark brown hair and brown eyes was standing near
the subway tracks. He was looking down at the ground. He took a deep breath as
the train came closer and closer. Finally he jumped.
Quinn woke up screaming. Her parents were used to her “night terrors” by now, but they had never heard her scream so loud before. “Honey are you okay?” Her mother had run into her room.
Quinn was crying so hard her body was trembling. “Oh my god Quinn, honey are you alright?” Her mother had never seen her in so much shock before.
“He just jumped, he just jumped.” She kept saying. Her mother hugged her and tried to calm her down.
“I have to stop him.” Quinn said suddenly. “Stop who sweetie?” Her mother asked. Quinn jumped from her bed and began changing. “Quinn what are you doing it’s the middle of the night.”
But Quinn didn’t listen. She put her pants and shoes on and ran past her mother. Her mother tried to chase after her, but Quinn was too fast. She grabbed her dad’s car keys from the counter and her jacket and ran out the door.
As she drove she tried to remember her vision and which subway station it was. She parked her dad’s car at the meter and ran down to the subway station hoping it was the one she was looking for. All these years she had kept quiet, doing nothing, but something inside her told her she needed to save this boy. She didn’t know why he was so special, all she knew was she had to save him. She almost fell jumping from the last step. Turning around the corner her eyes scanned the crowd looking for him. But he was nowhere to be seen. She looked back and forth remembering his dark brown hair, and then she remembered that he was tall. Within minutes she spotted him walking toward the subway platform. Quinn ran as fast as she could toward him and before he even stepped closer to the edge she tackled him to the ground. The collision was painful, but Quinn was happy she had saved him. “What the hell?” He asked, pushing her off him.
“You can’t do it, I had to stop you.” Quinn was practically out of breath. She was hunched over, her nightgown was halfway tucked into her pants and her hair was a mess. “What..what are you talking about?” The boy asked, but Quinn could see the guilt in his face. “Please, you don’t have to do it okay? I had to save you. You were the first one, I had to save you.” Quinn tried to plead with him. The boy walked over to her, and stared into her eyes. “You’re different.” He said. “You’re different like me. You can see things before they happened.” Quinn almost fainted hearing him say this. He knew, she didn’t know how but he knew. “Yes, I know because I’m different too. I can sometimes hear people’s thoughts. It was getting to be too much, I was…I was going to jump. But you saved me.” He hugged her. Quinn’s emotions went wild. She was confused and happy, but she hugged him back. This random stranger she had saved was just like her, and finally she didn’t feel so alone anymore.
Quinn woke up screaming. Her parents were used to her “night terrors” by now, but they had never heard her scream so loud before. “Honey are you okay?” Her mother had run into her room.
Quinn was crying so hard her body was trembling. “Oh my god Quinn, honey are you alright?” Her mother had never seen her in so much shock before.
“He just jumped, he just jumped.” She kept saying. Her mother hugged her and tried to calm her down.
“I have to stop him.” Quinn said suddenly. “Stop who sweetie?” Her mother asked. Quinn jumped from her bed and began changing. “Quinn what are you doing it’s the middle of the night.”
But Quinn didn’t listen. She put her pants and shoes on and ran past her mother. Her mother tried to chase after her, but Quinn was too fast. She grabbed her dad’s car keys from the counter and her jacket and ran out the door.
As she drove she tried to remember her vision and which subway station it was. She parked her dad’s car at the meter and ran down to the subway station hoping it was the one she was looking for. All these years she had kept quiet, doing nothing, but something inside her told her she needed to save this boy. She didn’t know why he was so special, all she knew was she had to save him. She almost fell jumping from the last step. Turning around the corner her eyes scanned the crowd looking for him. But he was nowhere to be seen. She looked back and forth remembering his dark brown hair, and then she remembered that he was tall. Within minutes she spotted him walking toward the subway platform. Quinn ran as fast as she could toward him and before he even stepped closer to the edge she tackled him to the ground. The collision was painful, but Quinn was happy she had saved him. “What the hell?” He asked, pushing her off him.
“You can’t do it, I had to stop you.” Quinn was practically out of breath. She was hunched over, her nightgown was halfway tucked into her pants and her hair was a mess. “What..what are you talking about?” The boy asked, but Quinn could see the guilt in his face. “Please, you don’t have to do it okay? I had to save you. You were the first one, I had to save you.” Quinn tried to plead with him. The boy walked over to her, and stared into her eyes. “You’re different.” He said. “You’re different like me. You can see things before they happened.” Quinn almost fainted hearing him say this. He knew, she didn’t know how but he knew. “Yes, I know because I’m different too. I can sometimes hear people’s thoughts. It was getting to be too much, I was…I was going to jump. But you saved me.” He hugged her. Quinn’s emotions went wild. She was confused and happy, but she hugged him back. This random stranger she had saved was just like her, and finally she didn’t feel so alone anymore.
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